(feat. Method Man, Treach)

[Bad Mentalz]
You look my own, but you choose to approach me foreign
We from the same zone, but you wanna cause war
Then Bad Mentalz motivated madness on this mission
So I drink the brews, so I block out all restrictions
Now I am prepared for these hazardous conditions
So brothers will be scared, but in my past, there's no pissin'
Strenuous, I'm bending this, I entered this forever
Trendsetters, go-getters, n***as never pull my lever
Figurin', what's triggerin' this n***a then, conditionin' of the mental slang
You become legendary for the men you bury
So I work with this, I just be merciless just like a mercenary
He comin' with a squad, perpetrated hard, damn if he do
(Trendz, Naughty, the Wu)
But let's begin to ruffle, Trends setter huddle
No way that my knuckle'll won't buckle in a scuffle, yo let's shuffle
Left's hook to the dome, uppercut, yo what's up
Swagger as you stagger, I bust you like a nut
Flexed now
And watch the blood come tricklin'
Adrenaline, kill many men, cause it's my temple that you ticklin'
Mad rows, bad blows lurkin' through the shadows
The gat goes (*gunshot), to test the stress of your chest, your back blows
Discover, this brother, dissing another, because your back wasn't covered
[Method Man]
Me, nothin' I hate more than a fakin' phony ass n***a
In my square, prepare for the nation, if I slam, like my culture
Old dead styles that get bit by the vulture
Scavenger, pick anyone on the calendar
In the back, you can be the champ, I'll be challenger
From the underground, understand, I'm the underdog
That want it all, I'm hungrier than ya'll
Water down bastard, style's not long from the casket
36 Chambers of death, kid, the Method
Now they goin', oh hey, accept it
Come here with the childish shit, you get molested
I got the anger of a slave man
Usin' my change to bring pain, to the cave man
Dig it, it's dug, I ain't got no love for the n***a on the trigga
With my name on a slug, now ask yourself

[Chorus: Trends of Culture (Treach)]
Who got my back, who got my back? (Newark got your back)
Who got my back, who got my back? (Ill Town got your back)
Who got my back, who got my back? (North Carolina got your back)
Who got my back, who got my back? (Virginia got your back)

[Treach]
Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, how you like me now
Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, guard your neck, funk that
Who see my back, who be my back, who rockin' that?
Who got my back, like that, my gat
Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker
Even deeper a reaper ain't scared of a weaker creeper either
It ain't no mystery, you played your history like a hoochie
Now we see where Miss Goldberg is a Whoopie
White face, black paint, didn't get me dancin'
White men can't jump, and I bet you Ted can't dance, son
Fuck what you heard, just act like you listen
Any mission caught dissin', listen, I'm pissin' on your system
Then I'm playin' Mr. Split You, with your sister
Fuck stick and move, bitch I'm slick, I stick and blister
Then I sliver through your liver, quiver, shake an earthquake
The style shaker, that make you wake her faker
To tell 'em I'm yellin', cause I'm strapped, I'm mad at the world
Drinkin' earl, hurl shots, who got my back
[Nastee]
A mastermind takes dimes to create
And if you're not experienced, you best contend with your own weight class
Word to my granny's ass, my range is strange
Enter, box ripper, to the center
Here I am, so what, this n***a and they styles is butt
I throw a brick from the lip, when I rip a cut
Always representin', cause Trend men come right
Kickin' the uptown slick n***a, shit noon to night
Cause I hit when other n***as missed it, trickies kissed it
Never have they diss it, call me swinger man
I maintain my rep, get my dap and I step through the rubble
Lookin' for trouble, muthafuckas here it is, grown to get biz
I wants yours and his, I'm sayin' flows for days
Where the big boys be playin'
Mad styles from mad files, see, Trend-men
Wreck shit from miles and mile and miles
I dedicate my skill to the sewers
I dedicate my skill to those who walk through the manure
Forgot a, whose in the butter, here we are
Call us Trend-men, we come and make muthafuckin' heart flutter
Who got my back in the mist of the mayhem
When I attack 'em, Brother Nast' sure to slay 'em

[Outro: Treach (Method Man) {Nastee}]
Yeah, word up, peace out the gutter
Who dat? D-Ski, Lord Champ, Trends State, Riker's Island
All will, North County
(Wow, Meth Tical, power cypher got my back
The whole Shaolin Island got my back
Yeah, even Long Island got my back, and I'm out)
{Word up, word up, Brother Nast', Uptown
Represent n***as, in Brooklyn, in Bronx, all ya'll n***as
Get live with us, Trends of Culture, who got my back?
Naughty by Nature, Wu-Tang Clan